"I guess the thing is this:
When I wake up every morning
It is not the sunlight that warms my cheek;
It is the press of your lips against my skin.
And the chirping I hear from outside our window sounds a lot like wedding bells.
Your laughter sounds a lot like hope.
Your touch is worth more than gold
Your smile looks a lot like heaven. Your pearly gates welcome me home."
2108) I have eaten normally for x days, but I just found out that I have put on Y lbs and I have fallen back into restricting and fasting. I think I hate myself more now than I did before.